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SANTA CLARA REVIEW VOLUME 103 / ISSUE 01 eDiTOr-iN-CHIEF JAKE LANS aSSOCIATe eDiTOr PrODucTiON eDiTOr tJ BROWN JorDan humbLe POeTrY eDiTOr FicTion eDitor JuLIa veLazquez cross natalie GrazIan NONFicTiON eDiTOr arT eDiTOr LynDsey Kincaid stephen hua weBmaster markeTiNg DIRECTOr kyra a. wayne AlexanDra DrechsLer aSSiSTaNT eDiTOrS Gabby Deutsch GIannIna onG Nia howarD keeGan Pincombe kamran muthLeb tracy ronquillo sheLLey vaLDez eDiTORIAL BOARD NichoLas buccoLa keeLy o’connor schuyLer crilley keeGan Pincombe serena futch Leah senatro DomInIque nassah kali swInDell forrest Nguyen maDeline whIte katherIne yanIsh Faculty aDvisor kIrk glaser TABLE OF CONTENTS POeTrY alexaNDra Teague / auDrey munson, the amerIcan venus, commItteD to the saInt Lawrence state asyLum for the Insane, 1931 02 alexaNDra Teague / mother’s reD Dress enters a Pie In the county faIr 04 alexaNDra Teague / baba yaGa Rides It’s a small world 06 PeTer jaY Shippy / autumn still 10 PeTer jaY Shippy / HiveheaD 12 PeTer jaY Shippy / Odysseus 14 DaNielle FraNkel / combInG my haIr 33 roberT rothmaN / SEMIOTICS UNDER THE bIG TOP 34 liz robbins / high season 35 B.j. Best / anD Let It begin wIth me 38 BeThany reiD / her Dream of Winter 50 steve abbott / feraL 51 BeThany reiD / where she LIes Down 52 connor SimONS / night musIc 68 Sarah DestiN / traIns 69 chriS muraez / (subterranean illness) 70 rOBERT rOTHMAN / ENGLISH: MUSCLES sINEW AND LUNGs 71 FICTiON haNNah WITHERS / All thIs tIme 22 kYLE T. SHAW / an unknown error has occurreD 36 hOLLY BAKER / the GIrL In the noveL 39 NaTe PILLMAN / MisseD calls 53 aSHLEY cOWGER / how to Figure the returns 78 ART Parker alleN / voLcano 17 edy madseN / rIver boats 18 SuSanna raj / confLIct 19 ThOmaS gillaspy / villa 20 cindy lynch / transamerIca 45 SuSanna raj / enchanteD 46 alleN forrest / cIty_life_tIme_out 47 jeN norton / bLesseD st. JunIpero serra 48 elizaBeTh DelgaDillO / myseLf In seGments 73 michael mcgregOr / seLf portraIt In tiger peLt 74 meliNa ramirez / save a seat In your memory for me 75 michael mira / your teLevIsIon Is experIencInG a slight tImeline converGence 76 EDITOR’S NOTE JAKE LANS volume 103 / issue 01 TO THE READER, Thank you for picking up this copy of the Santa Clara Review. Our editors have worked tirelessly to find the perfect stories, poems and art for the pages of this issue, and we are altogether eager and proud to present it to you. With a lineage of over 100 volumes, distinction from issue to issue is a lot like walking on a tightrope; a balance must be made between tradition and progression. Our humble 103rd volume is not delivered without its fair share of uniqueness. We’ve continued the minimalist design changes that were made in the last volume, both because they were well received and because we liked them. Undoubtedly greater, we have two new featured poets of national acclaim who have generously offered their work to our pages. It is wonderful to have such artists on our stage. But perhaps most distinguishing this issue is the lack of nonfiction. Half because we could not find the right fit, and half because so many other pieces were compellingly appropriate, we’ve made the tough decision to omit a staple genre of the contemporary literary review. But what kind of editors would we be without making hard decisions? Nonetheless, we remain steadfast to our roots. Always in pursuit of truth, honesty, and compassion, the featured poetry, fiction, and art are as diverse as ever. From dystopian micro sci-fi to mysterious vampire poems, there is something offered for every reader. It is our hope that you use what you like best as as a source of inspiration for your own creations. Along with this continued diversity of material, it has been an exciting year for us. We are in our first operating year after a tediously serious rechartering effort. While frustrating amidst the trenches, the efforts proved to be incredibly beneficial and have helped remind us why we do what we do. Thank you to all who took part in reinstating the Santa Clara Review as the creative voice of our campus and California’s oldest literary magazine; we wear the name with pride. I would also like to thank our contributors and readers who year after year support our review. Without you we are nothing but a book of empty pages. Lastly, I would like to thank the wonderful staff, our editorial board and assistants, and our beloved advisor for the long hours put into this book. Often times with unhealthy amounts of coffee and dire needs for creative honesty, this team spent many long nights in the office debating merits of artistic and literary works, and the result is a fine assemblage of work. The things you do are truly beautiful. Here’s to happy reading, folks. May you enjoy what we have to offer. JAKE LANS editor in chief ALEXANDRA TEAGUE SANTA CLARA REVIEW featured poet SANTA CLARA revIew | 1 AUDREY MUNSON, THE AMERICAN VENUS, COMMITTED TO THE SAINT LAWRENCE STATE ASYLUM FOR THE INSANE, 1931 ALEXANDRA TEAGUE poetry You’re back from Hollywood, a spy now. Or that’s what you tell the tabloids— you’re hunting Germans. Naked on a dais in Heedless Moths. You pose with a tambourine, a scarf on your head as if to climb from a plane, propellers circling like prophecy. As a child, a psychic told me, I shall be famous and beloved At the Cecil Hotel, people keep jumping from just-built windows— you’ve swallowed mercury: to die because I wanted to be dead. It’s not your fault the neighbors’ barns are burning. You are hunting Germans with tambourines, the world rattling— so many windows and not enough people at home. It’s not your fault you’re not Kentucky Marble, like in the Firemen’s Memorial where you posed all one summer: yourself as Sacrifice, and the figure of Duty— facing opposite directions a lover laid in your lap like the Pieta. He’d rescue you. from rescue, except he’s dead. To take his place: only a child of stone. But the dead sea fruits of happiness shall turn to ashes in your mouth that psychic spies from your past: like a security camera. It’s not her fault they haven’t been invented yet. A girl pushes elevator buttons, waving her hands (anyone can see), signaling at nothing in the hall. Guests complain for weeks: foul water. On a locked-up roof, her body in that tank. It’s not your fault accidents keep happening elsewhere: they watched me like the spies I was supposed to shadow. You are trained in allegory. You are hunting moths. You are heedless Sacrifice. Which is Duty? That girl is safe in the future they say. Now drink this. No one is spilling through all the open taps. 2 | SANTA CLARA revIew You’re back from Hollywood, a spy now. Or that’s what you tell the tabloids— you’re hunting Germans. Naked on a dais in Heedless Moths. You pose with a tambourine, a scarf on your head as if to climb from a plane, propellers circling like prophecy. As a child, a psychic told me, I shall be famous and beloved At the Cecil Hotel, people keep jumping from just-built windows— you’ve swallowed mercury: to die because I wanted to be dead. It’s not your fault the neighbors’ barns are burning. You are hunting Germans with tambourines, the world rattling— so many windows and not enough people at home. It’s not your fault you’re not Kentucky Marble, like in the Firemen’s Memorial where you posed all one summer: yourself as Sacrifice, and the figure of Duty— facing opposite directions a lover laid in your lap like the Pieta.